Clive Barker

BURN THIS BOOK.
Go on. Quickly, while there’s still time. Burn it. Don’t look at another word. Did you hear me? Not. One. More. Word. Why are you waiting? It’s not that difficult. Just stop reading and burn the book. It’s for your own good, believe me. No, I can’t explain why. We don’t have time for explanations. Every syllable that you let your eyes wander over gets you into more and more trouble. And when I say trouble, I mean things so terrifying your sanity won’t hold once you see them, feel them. You’ll go mad. Become a living blank, all that you ever were wiped away, because you wouldn’t do one simple thing. Burn this book. It doesn’t matter if you spent your last dollar buying it. No, and it doesn’t matter if it was a gift from somebody you love.
Believe me, friend, you should set fire to this book right now, or you’ll regret the consequences. Go on.
What are you waiting for? You don’t have a light? Ask somebody. Beg them. It’s a matter of light and death Believe me! Will you please believe me? A little runt of a book like this isn’t worth risking madness and eternal damnation over. Well, is it? No, of course not.
So burn it. Now! Don’t let your eyes travel any further.
Just stop HERE.